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Rain dripped into the classroom, sludged his way over to Sky, and gently set his drenched class project on the floor before collapsing wetly into his chair. Then he dropped his head to muffle the absolute loudest scream that he could get away with inside of a school building into the meat of his arms.
Sky took this with his classic equanimity.
“Damn, what happened to you?”
Rain could only groan in response. There was no way this story didn’t sound insane. This model was due in five minutes, and it was a huge portion of his grade. He was hosed. Literally.
“I don’t know if they will accept this.” Sky nudged the wet cardboard of the model with his toe. “What even happened to it? Did you drop it in a puddle?”
Rain heaved himself out of the cradle of his arms to stare despondently at Sky.
“No,” he whined. “The puddle got dropped on me!”
Sky looked at him in utter disbelief, which was fair. If it he hadn’t been there when it happened, Rain wouldn’t have believed it either.
“I tripped getting out of my car, and then some asshole took a corner too fast and splashed an entire puddle all over me in the middle of the parking lot. It’s wrecked, what am I gonna do.”
Sky bent over to lift the model, motioning him out of the way so he could balance it on Rain’s desk.
“Well, it still looks mostly in one piece?” He said, which was optimistic of him.
Rain watched, feeling ten layers of tragic, as his little cardboard tree lost all structural integrity and collapsed at the trunk. He looked up at Sky.
Sky winced. “At least the building is still up? Maybe it will dry out?”
They hurriedly looked down at the model, terrified that it would take this commentary as license to just go splat out of spite. When it stayed largely upright, if a little tipped down at the corners, they heaved a unified sigh of relief.
Then the professor stepped into the room and started calling the class to order. When she caught site of Rain’s model, which was hard to avoid, given that he was in the front row and that it was dripping actively on the linoleum floor, her brow furrowed in what Rain really hoped was concern, and not, like, wrath.
She opened her mouth, but before she could speak to either question or berate him, Sig burst through the door.
“Sorry I’m late, professor, but you guys are not gonna believe what happened. I was rushing to find parking and there was some standing water in the lot, and this kid got absolutely drenched. . .”
It was at this point that Sig caught sight of Rain’s face. And Sky’s. And the professor’s. He looked down at the cardboard model slowly sagging into Rain’s desk.
“Oh, shit!"